[ dextera takes comfort in guren’s hand against his cheek while he has it, and when guren pulls away—even if it’s to keep touching him, in other places—he feels the loss of it keenly and finds himself leaning forward without thinking about it.
he should have said more, while he still had it within him. in the aftermath, he can think of all the things he’d like to express.
now—well, now, he reaches out to place his hand against guren’s chest as before, this time with no real purpose, even if it means stopping him in the middle of his fretful first aid. dextera had been taking it without argument, but he’s settling again, waking properly. ]
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he should have said more, while he still had it within him. in the aftermath, he can think of all the things he’d like to express.
now—well, now, he reaches out to place his hand against guren’s chest as before, this time with no real purpose, even if it means stopping him in the middle of his fretful first aid. dextera had been taking it without argument, but he’s settling again, waking properly. ]